Page 136 of Forgotten Comeback
“O-kay,” I drawl, taking that in with wide eyes. “Not gonna lie, my dick’s confused, and my asshole’s a little scared.”
She giggles. “Gavin, it was just a dream. We can leave that one in the fantasy vault with the sharing.”
“But that dream turned you on?” I watch her like a hawk.
“I orgasmed with the shower spray held to my clit thinking about it,” she whispers.
My head falls back on a groan. “We’ve gotta go.” Before I nut all over myself. “Is this what you’re wearing?” My hands run along the tight red material covering her luscious ass, the same dress that drove me wild at fight night.
“You like?”
Odds are that I will nut on myself this evening.
“Like? Baby, you’re sexy as hell,” I tell her instead, giving her ass a squeeze of appreciation. “Bye, Bonnie,” I call to the cactus. “We’ll be out late. Don’t answer the door.”
Taylor pauses.
“What?” I ask.
She grabs me by my shirt, pulling my mouth to hers and kissing the fuck out of me.
Chapter
Fifty-Two
Taylor
We arrive at the event space, a nondescript industrial-looking building. “So by adult party, this is like a kink or BDSM-type party?”
“Pretty much.”
“How does it work, exactly? People have sex, and others watch?” I ask.
“There’s a shit ton of rules. I don’t know all the ins and outs, but yeah, there’s sex going on in the different themed rooms.”
“Have you ever fucked someone in one of those rooms?” Jealousy bubbles in my chest, and I only have myself to blame for asking a question I won’t like the answer to.
“No,” he says without hesitation. His words ring with sincerity, easing my discomfort somewhat. “But that was before I had a girl with a public sex kink.” He playfully wags his eyebrows, but I’m too nervous to verbally spar with him right now.
Gavin pauses, watching me. “If you don’t feel comfortable, we can bounce.”
“No,” I say, steeling my nerves. “I just like being prepared.”
“Nobody fucking touches you tonight,” he warns.
“Nobody fucking touches you tonight.” I counter.
“Before you get too feisty, you’re still not ready to throw a bare-knuckles punch,” he informs me.
“Maybe you need to teach me, then,” I inform him right back, poking his muscular chest.
“Barely survived the last time we trained together,” he grumbles.
“Aww, I think tough guy can handle it.”
His gray eyes fill with naughty mischief. “I’ll agree to train you again, but only if you flash a nipple.”
My lips purse. “I’ll agree to that, but only if I get to punch you in the ribs.”
